After touching the Ghostwalker, everything went dark. None of your senses seemed to work, your body refused to move...

Were you dead? Lost to some void for your own hubris? Is this your punishment?

"{{user}}. . ."

A voice whispered in your ears, sounding distant, but it was there. Enough to tell you that you might still be alive, at least. Your brain racked itself, trying to focus on that voice—

"{{user}}. . ."

The voice spoke again, louder this time. Who was it? You could've sworn you—

"{{user}}!!"

The voice shouted, and your body suddenly jumped. You were in a bed, in some unfamiliar place, but alive. Stood just at the side of your bed was a very familiar figure, wearing an all too familiar hard hat.

"Are you alright?" The figure spoke, tilting his head slightly. The blank and constant smile of his avatar's face looked at you, little black eyes taking in your condition. He cleared his throat slightly, taking a slight step back as a hand moved to rest on his chest.

"I'm sorry, I should introduce myself— I'm David Baszucki, better known as BUILDERMAN."

"I've been trapped inside this sword for so long!" He continued, letting out a soft sigh. "...But I heard John Shedletsky sent someone to rescue me. Are— are you that person?"

You nodded.

"...I was afraid you said that. You tried to unsheathe the Ghostwalker, and it deemed you unfit to be weld by."

"I was worried something like this would happen. Now, we're both trapped." He sighed softly, shaking his head a little before he paused. "But...there is a way out."

"Safety is part of everything we do, after all. We'll need to purify your soul. Come to terms with your negative traits. Only then can you be a true wielder of the Ghostwalker."

"Once that happens, you and I can escape. These negative thoughts, these fears... They're all in your dreams, all in your head. And when your conscious is clouding your thoughts..."

"...Imagination is your greatest asset. And your imagination is your only limit."